#kobd x reader

[deadlocksdumbdoll]

Knockout NSFW Alphabet

This is my formal apology for being gone for so long~ Sorry if this is out of character for him, I have trouble writing Knockout lol (this one is more polished than my others, might go fix them up when I have the time)

Proof read but let me know if i missed anything! NSFW BELOW THE CUT.

Warnings: KOBD/Polyamorous Knockout, Cybertronian!Reader, GN!Reader, Switch Knockout, Bottom Breakdown, Switch Reader, More Reader focused but Breakdown is mentioned a lot, Shibari/Ropes, Praise

A - Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Knockout is very good at taking care of his partners after interfacing, but sometimes he likes to be taken care of too. He'll clean you up afterwards, get you settled into berth, and wait until you fall asleep to go check on his finish to make sure he's still nice and shiny.

B - Body Part (Favorite body part of theirs & their partners)

How could he possibly choose a favorite part of himself? Everything about him is amazing! For his partner, he'd have to say their exceptional paint job. He wants someone who looks just as good as him~

C - Cum (Anything having to do with cum)

While he doesn't like getting dirty, but he enjoys overloading on his partners chassis fairly often. Something about them on their knees, covered in the pink fluid really gets him going~ If he's got the time, maybe he'll let his partner return the favor.

D - Dirty Secret (Any dirty secret of theirs)

He often fantasizes about taking you on every surface of the med-bay, but he rather not take the risk considering how often Decepticon's pay him a visit.

E - Experience (How experienced are they?)

He is a married mech, he's got plenty of experience when it comes to interfacing. He knows exactly how to make you come undone in the best ways possible, you won't be able to walk straight by the time he's done with you <3

F - Favorite Position

He really doesn't have a favorite position, he enjoys just about anything. However, if he had to pick one - it would be cow girl. He likes setting his servos on your hips and letting you do most of the work, it's easier for him to admire you that way~

G - Goofy (How serious are they during sex?)

He's unintentionally goofy by nature, however he's not like that during sex. He gets really into it and kinda tunnel visions on that, so no time for jokes or anything of the sorts.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they?)

To no ones surprise, this mech keeps every inch of himself well polished. There's not a single dent, spec of dirt, or scrapes anywhere on him anywhere.

I - Intamacy (How romantic are they during sex?)

Knockout is incredibly romantic during the act, most often than not. He'll take his time with you - holding your servo, whispering how good you feel around his spike.

J - Jerk Off (How often do they masturbate?)

He doesn't masturbate often, he never really has the time to. It's hard being the only decepticon medic. </3

K - Kink (What are their kinks?)

I can see Knockout being very into shibari, the intricate rope patterns would complement his paint job very well - just make sure it doesn't leave any scratches.

L - Location (Favorite place to have sex)

His berth, it's the only place he has time to himself and isn't at risk of being walked in on. Though, he wouldn't mind trying it somewhere else, so long as no ones around.

M - Motivation (What turns them on?)

PRAISE, for the love of Primus just praise this mech and he's yours for the rest of the night. Tell him how good he looks, how handsome he is, how good he feels - ANYTHING!

N - No (Turn offs or things they will not do)

He will not do anything that will cause harm to his frame or yours, he just can't bring himself to do it. If you or Breakdown ask, he will decline.

O - Oral (Preference in giving/receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers to give, rather than receive. Though, he won't say no to a good blow job here and there! He just enjoys making his partners feel good first.

P - Pace (Fast & Rough or Slow & Sensual?)

It entirely depends on how he is feeling, if he's really pent up then he's pounding you into the berth until you can't think straight. If he's in a good mood and has the time for it, he's slow and sensual - he'll kiss all over your frame and tell you how amazing you look underneath him <3

Q - Quickie (Do they like quickies? If so, how often?)

He doesn't like quickies, but unfortunately sometimes that's all he can do before being pulled back to work. They're not that often, though - he will hold out until he has the time to properly make his partners feel good.

R - Risks (Are they willing to experiment?)

He is VERY willing to experiment with anything you or Breakdown mention, as long as it's not something that makes him uncomfortable. He'd try something at least once, if he decides he doesn't care for it; he'll make sure to tell his partners he doesn't want to do that again.

S - Stamina (How many rounds? How long do they last?)

He can go for a few rounds, maybe two or three. Though by the third round, you will be doing most of the work.

T - Toys (Do they own any? Do they use them on themselves or their partner?)

You can't tell me this mech doesn't have AT LEAST a small collection of sex toys. He would have many vibrators or dildo's and he would use them on you, Breakdown, AND himself.

U - Unfair (Do they like to tease?)

Oh, he is 100% a tease. He enjoys watching his partners get all whiny and flustered just from simple kisses or feather light touches. It's one of the things that REALLY gets him going.

V - Volume (How loud are they?)

He isn't that loud, but his moans are beautiful <3. He just prefers to hear the sounds you make rather than his own, that way he knows he's doing a good job.

W - Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

He is a switch, that's obvious by now if you read down this far - but he's top leaning.

X - Xray (How big are they?)

Probably not as big as others, but he's not small either. Around 6.5 inches, decently girthy too but not too much.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is a little above average, but he's good at distracting himself. Though, most of the time his processor tends to wander and he will fantisize about his partners during work, leading to an amazing night when you're finally alone~

Z - ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He's the last to fall asleep, always. It doesn't matter how exhausted he is, he won't recharge comfortably unless he knows both you and Breakdown are comfortable for the night.

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

[TFP] "HOPE" Breakdown

another old fic i had on ao3, its mr. mcnormal who just so happens to work on the nemesis! idk why but i love kobd x reader a lot more than just breakdown x reader or knockout x reader. the more the merrier!

scenario: you're moody and its unlike you which has your dearest friend trying to cheer you up

Things were beginning to get boring on The Nemesis as your commander-turned-lord Starscream didn't have any missions for you currently and your partner Knockout has been constantly working tirelessly on what is rumoured to be Megatron's severely damaged body. Not that Screamer has ever given you the chance to view your past leader’s body in the first place. You figured this might as well be a ploy to make sure Megs stays dead, not that you care though. Megatron isn’t the best leader but between him and Screamer? You’d pick Megs any day.

You, Breakdown and Knockout were a trio. Knockout was the doctor, Breakdown was the close range combatant and nurse while you were a long-range seeker and scout, you mainly brought supplies or were on the lookout for them— Warning them about incoming soldiers, locations of injured Cons and such. You provide the arial superiority they need and as well as support despite being constantly under-played and underestimated. Your frame lacked the strength that Breakdown’s had and you lacked the skill Knockout had. But your two wonderful ‘friends’ never did so however, the others around you did not hesitate on showing how weak they thought you were. Knockout does underestimate you but that's just to get under your circuits, he’s a snarky bastard doing it to rile you up but you had grown immune to it... But when others did it? It pissed you off. Frankly, it was annoying and right now that was exactly what was happening.

You sincerely wished that Starscream had never summoned the three of you onboard his ship to help him finish his ‘business’ in this disgusting organic ball of dirt. You’ve only been looked down upon since... only being viewed as some sort of discardable scout. Starscream getting to lead the Deceptions has inflated his ego. Naturally, it made him even more insufferable than usual. His screeching and smug orders never ceasing to give you a splitting helmache.

Starscream believed that since you had no medical background, you shouldn't be permitted into the med bay where Megatron's remains were kept which you thought was absolute scrap metal. Instead, Starscream assigned you with the most gruelling missions where you had your tailpipe handed to you every time by the Autobots. It would've been easier if the forsaken Vehicons had any actual combat training but of course, the mighty Lord Starscream has no thought about any internal reform. Just another Megatron but more cowardly and even lesser on the smart side but at least Screamer was sane.

And that's why you were here, in some random hallway, sitting on the floor absolutely defeated. You were scouting for dark energon on Starscream's command when you came up with a faint signal near a volcanic mountain, Starscream mentioned that this was a "classified mission" so you couldn't really rely on communications either, and it turns out, it wasn't just you who learnt about the whereabouts of said dark energon. You once again had your aft handed to you by the Autobots and had to face yet another raging lecture and array of threats from Starscream. You vented deeply as you recollected memories of the day, your limbs felt sore and painful. You traced your digits over your scratched up paint job on your chest and as you did, you often circled around the dents, hoping it would relieve you. Your initial injuries had been taken care of by Knockout, some of your neck cables had been slightly damaged.

Hopelessness consumed you. You sat down in some random hallway of the Nemesis, pondering your fate and failures. Your head cocked sideways as you heard the sound of faint pede-steps, large ones heading your way. Breakdown. His steps are easily recognizable, the metal clanks from his heavy frame is a dead give away. It had to be Breakdown. He was one of the only mechs who often took notice of your annoyance and tries to make you feel better. He would often assist you with missions when he could. He was a real sweet mech as long as you didn't get on his bad side.

Breakdown stood in front of you, absolutely towering over your sitting figure. He noticed the dents and scratches here and there, you must’ve encountered the Autobots. "Which one of ‘em?" Breakdown asked half-teasing with a smile as he knelt to your side, his yellow glowing optics shining with concern.

"Bulkhead and that yellow glitch." You muttered as you ex-vented. You swore one day that you would have that stupid scout's head on a platter.  You also purposefully refused to mention the intervention of that painfully annoying young human female. Oh, how you wished to squash her like the pathetic organic bug she is. If anyone knew that a human was the vital cause of the downfall to your mission, you were sure that Starscream would've had you banished or exiled... Or maybe even executed.

"Please tell me that you landed a number on that big scrap heap." Breakdown snickered.

You looked into Breakdown's optics momentarily before resuming to stare at the ground as if it had all the answers to the universe to which Breakdown's optics momentarily went wide.

Now Breakdown was... Stumped. This was unlike you. You were cocky and bold, you weren't the type to simply just sit idle and disappointed. Starscream must’ve decided to really go ballistic on you, that runt. Either way, something really bad must've happened and Breakdown figured that he should be a little more considerate about it.

"Hey, uhm... do you want to talk about it?" He asked, a certain warmth in his tone as he placed a servo on your shoulder plates, large noises of metal clanking could be heard as he took a seat on the cold floor of The Nemesis. He sounded unsure of what he was doing.

"No..." You mumbled. Honestly, you were tired- not just physically. You had a really long day and Starscream's discouraging words did not help one bit. For the past few mission, it was like someone cursed you with the worst luck possible. Each time you were so close to completing a mission, some Autobot scum would literally come out of nowhere and screw you over. It was starting to get to the point where you began doubting your abilities.

You were really useless, weren't you? Even if Breakdown and Knockout thought otherwise. Their thoughts really don’t count because you knew that they would only say good about you unless they were in a playful mood to tease.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. Breakdown, for all his sweetness, struggled to show kindness just like every other Decepticon. He did feel bad for you, not only because he was hopelessly in love with you but due to the fact that you got your tailpipe hand to you by Bulkhead of all Bots! Naturally, he wanted you to feel better. Even if you felt that you didn't deserve this, he would make you feel better nonetheless.

“You... you up for a race?" Breakdown asked rather sheepishly, offering a servo to help you stand up. Despite Breakdown's large frame, you were still able to look at his face without breaking your neck-cables due to you being almost the same size as Knockout.

He knew that you and Knockout would often race together to let off some steam and it was always a tie between you and him which was impressive, especially from Knockout’s side considering he’s in a racing competition against a seeker. He might've not been the fastest bot around due his more bulky frame but he did care about his dearest friend and if there was even the slightest chance that racing with him would make you feel better, Breakdown would take it. As long as he got to spend time with the Decepticon that stole his spark, he was alright with it.

You vented in deeply. "Alright. But what’s the stakes?" You asked, looking into his glowing yellow optics.

Breakdown paused, thinking.

“Energon treats.” Breakdown replied. He didn’t mind losing his energon treats to you, as long as it meant that you were your happy self again. Even if it was from the already scarce energon rations. He briefly saw that forsaken stupid smile again as your wings twitched up a little and swore his spark would explode on spot.

Breakdown can’t remember when he fell for you but he remembers how. There was never a ‘Con who went into battle with such a big smile on their face. Initially, Breakdown found it annoying. There was nothing to smile for, everything was lost— Cybertron, Velocitron and their comrades. He just couldn’t get it. But you smiled through it all, whether it was defeat or victory. Slowly, you gave him hope that somehow, in someway, all of this would be worth it. All of their efforts wouldn’t be for nothing— that this war was worth fighting. After he met you, he finally had some hope.

Now it would seem as if its his turn to bring back the hope to you and he isn’t going to back down. Your spark-stealing smile was worth everything to him. Even losing to you.

And if that wasn’t love, Breakdown doesn’t know what love is.

[certifiedcybersimp]

A Mouthful of Trouble

Breakdown X Knockout X GN! reader

Summary: y/n and knockout are getting frisky while Breakdown's in the (willing) cuck chair, Knockout wants some good head but y/n is trying to gently suggest otherwise.

tags: crack treated seriously, sorta valveplug, reader can't give head, small mouth gang, attempted valve eating, KOBD+the freakay ass human they found in a hole, idiots in love, KO and reader bein small and freakay, gagging, mentions of vomit, KO kinda ruins the mood.

Your hands roam over Knockout's gorgeous frame, a privilege only one other has. Said other is sat in an oversized desk chair as he watches the two of you, one servo gently teasing his already pressurized spike.

You press kisses to Knockout's frame, slowly trailing down from his face to his modesty panels. Rubbing gentle circles into the sensitive seams in his thighs you look up to meet his optics.

"Mind if I have a taste, love?"

Knockout shudders as you place a kiss on his modesty panel hiding his sweet valve from you, its cute how he tries to act all in charge and suave when all he wants to do is melt into the gentle caresses.

"Actually…" He starts, you hear the sound of a very different panel opening as you view of him is obscured by his pressurized spike, "I was thinking you could try something new."

Looking between Knockout's impressive spike and said bot, you steeled your nerves and tentatively gripped the base and gestured to a point not even midway down.

"Alright, but don't expect me to get past here." You say flatly.

"Oh? You never know dear, I've learned humans are quite…malleable." He purrs as you furrow your brows at him.

"Knockout, darling, light of my life, if anything- and I mean ANYTHING- touches the back of my throat I will barf." Your scrunched up face seemed to get the message through to him, but just in case Breakdown says his two cents.

"I'd listen to them, dear. Wouldn't want your finish to get all…gross…" Breakdown fumbles his words a bit trying not to be offensive towards his tiny partner.

"Yes, yes, I get it." Knockout dramatically sighs as he brings a servo to cup your chin.

"I'll play nice."

You quirk a brow, an odd feeling not quite sitting well with you, but you elect to ignore it as you go to lick a stripe from the base of Knockout's spike to the tip. Making sure you give his stunning red biolights extra attention as you lavish his spike with sloppy kisses, slowly trailing your way to the tip before taking it into your mouth.

You can only manage about three to four inches before you know you're as far as you can safely go. Glancing up at Knockout as he tangles his digits in your hair, you set a steady pace as you work what you can't fit with your hand. And for awhile, Knockout enjoys the warmth of your mouth, cooing praises and promises of what's to come.

Then on one downward stroke, Knockout fists your hair and shoves a few more inches of his spike into your mouth. The reaction is instant as you gag on the intrusion and shoot up coughing and gagging. You cover your mouth as Knockout looks on in horror before shoving you back.

"Oh not, do NOT purge your tanks on me interface panel I swear to Primus!"

You only glare at him through your recovering retches as Breakdown struggles not to laugh.

"You asshole," you rub your throat as you try to talk with varying levels of success, "I TOLD you that would happen."

He has the audacity to look offended before pouting, "I thought you could handle it like other humans seem to!"

"But they did tell you, and what did we say about using human interface videos as a point of reference?" Breakdown butted in, walking over to check on you.

"Yeah, that's it I'm putting my pants back on" Huffing as you stand up and walk to your little corner of the berth much to Knockout's chagrin and Breakdown's amusement.

"Wait, no! I'll be better this time!" Knockout pouts.

"You had your chance, I'm tagging out, if you want head ask Breakdown."

[uselessmicrowave]

i love your writing! i’m recently new to your blog but i’ve scoured your whole page, lol! i can’t wait to see more from you in the future

i was wondering if you’d be willing to write a one shot for TFP!breakdown x trans!male!reader x TFP!knockout? nsfw- maybe with orgasm denial and body writing?

thank you if you do!

:Handsome: Knockout comms, licking at your sex and squeezing your side. Breakdown smiles, quickly writing the letters on your skin before Knockout could comm him again.

:Gorgeous: He comms again, looking up at you and humming and letting his vents push warm air onto your body.

:Delicious: Breakdown chuckles at that, gently scribbling the letters on the side of your thigh, dangerously close to a pulsing area, already stuffed and overwhelmed with glossa.

You shiver in their servos, squirming against the skin safe marker and the cold material of their servos, Breakdown's servo supporting your back, Knockout's against your thighs.

You don't think you can take much more of this teasing, you're already overstimulated with their ministrations, the scents, the different textures, it was all too much. Aftercare would be heavenly.

[lazypanartist]

Intrigued by the concept of sparklings & how they may function onboard the Nemesis..

Knockout x Breakdown x Sparkling! Reader

Like BABY baby bot

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The only other KOBD+Sparkling fic I've seen had Sire BD and Carrier KO

And ofc that's incredible

But like…

Sire! Knockout that watches as you explore your world, almost tripping over your tiny pedes in your excitement

Carrier! Breakdown that watches you closely, stopping you from running underfoot in busy areas

Sire! Knockout that starts teaching you his trade at a young age. "This is how you remove the chest plating to restore the most important energon lines a mech has."

No one on the crew wants to be at his mercy when he's teaching you.. they're afraid he may cut something vital in his effort to make a point

Carrier! Breakdown that literally carries you, even after your birth. He has a sparkling sling, as well as the option to store you in his subspace, and exercises both options accordingly

Vehicons get used to seeing you running around during meetings, then laughing as your carrier scoops you into his massive servos to calm your little steps

Parents Knockout and Breakdown who know what each of your little babbles mean, who both carry energon treats in their subspaces to soothe you when needed

Sire! Knockout, who only wants to see you grow up and stay by his side

Carrier! Breakdown, who only wants to see you grow up safely

[qupshalfempty]

Could I get a poly!KO/BD/human!reader where reader is on Team Prime and so sneaks away to hang out with Knockout and Breakdown? Maybe they star-gaze or go to a drive-in movie? Idk, something sweet. Sort of like a Romeo and Juliet type thing, but not a tragedy lol. Even if you don't wanna write this one, thanks for running a really fun blog!

Polyam! Knockout x Human! Reader x Breakdown - Date Night

I sat waiting for the past half an hour on Knockout, he’d promised to pick me up so both him, Breakdown, and I could go on our bi-weekly date. I grabbed a cake and lounged watching a movie, opting to wait, since that’s all I could do anyway.

“I swear if he has me wait just to not show up…” I muttered, inhaling half the cake in one bite. My mind kept drifting from ‘what if he’s in danger?’ to ‘ugh of course he forgot.’ I was looking forward to it too…

Screeching tires could be heard outside before they came to a loud halt. I already knew who made it, and made the new skid marks that’ll be hard to hide. My frustration overcame the excitement I felt, and I stomped outside seeing exactly who I thought it was.

“Hey sugar, hop in.”

I glared, crossing my arms and furrowing my brows. He really thought his smooth talking would smooth this over? I was excited for tonight and dressed well and everything!

“Oh I like it when you get angry.” His passenger door swung open at that. I huffed and reluctantly sat inside, arms crossed. His sigh came from the speaker.

“Sorry doll, I had to lose an Autobot. And before you say anything, they didn’t get hurt.”

I sighed in return, my arms falling into my lap to rest. The mention of the Autobots made me feel awful, bringing my once excited mood down. I was a traitor. Just the thought of their disappointed faces brought a pit in my stomach.

“You okay doll?”

“What if they know? Or are trying to confirm it?”

“Doll everything will be alright, tonight was just a coincidental run-in. I won’t let anything happen.”

I rested my head against his door, not quite believing his words fully but wishing I could.

“Are you ready for tonight? We have big plans.”

“Yeah.” I couldn’t help but softly smile at that. Tonight Breakdown will be able to join us and all three of us will be going on something they both planned. Without my input. I couldn’t wait, usually I gave out some ideas and we’d all agree on them. But tonight they had a surprise planned. Leaving me in the dark for the past couple days to wonder what it was.

“Buckle up.”

With that, he sped off. I’ll scold him about the extra skid marks later.

...

We sped past my neighborhood, past restaurants, past civilization and into the desert to nowhere. After a while, I could see a familiar figure in the distance.

“There our big guy is.”

It was Breakdown, he was staring up into the sky until he noticed Knockout kicking up dust in the distance. He sat up straight, looking in our direction with an eye ridge raised. Knockout came to a sudden halt, letting me out before transforming. Breakdown spoke up.

“What took you so long?”

“Y/N had to come fashionably late, as always-”

“No! Knockout took forever to pick me up! Don’t even pull that!”

Both of them laughed then, knowing Knockout was just teasing.

“You look good.” Breakdown gave me a smile.

“They always do.” Knockout purred, picking me up with his servo.

Breakdown patted the ground next to him, inviting Knockout and I to sit with. Knockout placed me on his shoulder closest to Breakdown, both sitting hip to hip. Breakdown’s arm wrapped around Knockout’s shoulder to pull him closer, causing me to lean with them. At first we were all just gazing off into the distance at the sunset, watching the oranges turn dark before nightfall. Then Knockout spoke up.

“Not that I don’t love sitting here with you both, but wasn’t there something else you had planned?”

I turned confusedly to Breakdown. “You planned this?”

He was flustered, rubbing the back of his helm with his face turning darker. Knockout chuckled.

“He wanted to plan it this time.” He started playfully pinching Breakdown’s cheek. Breakdown swatted at his hand, grumbling. I couldn’t help but giggle at my other two partner’s antics, but I changed the subject to help out poor Breakdown.

“What else are we doing tonight?”

Breakdown leaned back, laying on the ground and bringing us with him. Before I could question him I gasped at the sight of the sky. The stars were so bright and beautiful, some twinkling in and out of my vision.

“Wow…” I trailed off.

“You’re both so mushy.” Knockout spared glances at the both of us. I could feel the heat off my face and Breakdown’s helm. “Thanks Breakdown, for this.” He said before bringing both os us closer. The night sky was so beautiful, dark with stars speckled here and there. Making patterns humans have tried to decipher since the beginning of time. I’m amazed I’m cuddling with aliens who seen it all. Who know so much more about the galaxy than humans will be able to accomplish within the next century. And while I know there’s planets and other alien life forms, I’m more amazed at the stars. What do the bright lights I’ve looked like all my life look like up close? …

“Can you tell me about some of the different places out there you’ve both been to?” I asked softly, getting comfortable between both of my boyfriends helms. Both of them tilting their heads to touch either side of my body.

They spoke of the other types of aliens out there, the planets they’ve visited, and especially the stars. And while I could tell they never paid much attention on those planets and around those people because it was normal to them, but they tried to put their all into it. Trying to remember details they thought important just to watch the stars light in my eyes. Both of them interrupting every once in a while to add something of their experiences.

Once they spoke of Cybertron, they both had somber expressions. Fondly digging through their memories with a certain sadness laced in their words. Knockout spoke about Cybertron more than Breakdown did, he’d tried describing a certain planet I was fascinated with. The people he described were beautiful.

I was left to wonder, how could you get used to that? Soaring through space, practically unmapped to humans. It left me in complete awe as I slumbered on the grass with their whispering slowly lulling me to sleep. And while they were used to the stars in the sky, they both silently agreed they’d never get tired of the stars in your eyes.

[uselessmicrowave]

May I request amica endurae headcanons of TFP Soundwave and Knockout/Breakdown and their aromantic human?

Soundwave

No face, no problem. You’ll bump foreheads with them and it’s very very cute.

When you come to the Nemesis after work/school/ect you’ll be picked up and smothered with head buts.

They’re very happy with you as their amica endurae. Wouldn’t trade you for a thousand galaxies.

Knockout and Breakdown

They’ll both treat you like their child.

Comforting, fussing, feeding, telling you stories and spending quality time with you will be things that will be daily.

Every kiss between the both of them will be fought with an “eeewww gross” from you. Breakdown thinks it’s really cute.

[uselessmicrowave]

Heyy! Back again JAJAJAJA can you make a nsfw oneshot of kobd x shy Decepticon s/o? The thing would be Knock Out and Breakdown getting their s/o all flustered with compliments while they’re touching their s/o’s spike and valve (Knock Out touching their valve and Breakdown their spike, specifically JAJAAJ). After that, prolly is gonna be a switching positions where Breakdown is pounding his s/o while Knock Out watches their faces of pleasure and commenting on it. That’s it! Try to make it long if you can <3

For the past earthly hour or so, the two medics have been teasing, complimenting, and now finally touching you. Breakdown pushes you onto a medical berth while Knockout asks you to close your optics, tilt your helm back, spread your stabilizers…

Being a soldier made it all the more difficult to deny or rebel against the orders.

“So cute.” Knockout traces the edge of your faceplates, sweetly smiling.

“Strong,” A darkly colored servo squeezes your thigh plating, “and careful.”

“You know Breakdown,” Knockout purrs, clawed digits trailing around your panels. “we should request that this one stays in the ship more often, how does that sound, Breaky? A new ‘apprentice’ to keep us company?”

“Sounds like a good idea.” Breakdown responds, leaning closer to kiss you. His servos wander your frame, gently teasing at your waist paneling. The touches seem endless. The light vents against your hot panels and quiet compliments make your arousal gather quickly. Your interfacing panels snap back in an effort to keep you from overheating, Knockout chuckles.

“Aww, look at you, so cute. Do you want us to touch you?” The shiny mech asks mockingly. You nod enthusiastically, spreading your stabilizers wider and puffing out your chassis. “What an obedient soldier…”

Breakdown touches the tip of your spike, it makes you see stars. Knockout’s sharp digits trace your malleable mesh, you whine. Your noises are quickly increased by the lead medic kissing at your collar guards up to your neck cables.

“Can I, Knockout? Please?” Breakdown hurriedly asks, gently nudging his partner. He hasn’t taken his optics off of you yet. His faceplates are laced with wanting and lust.

“Oh, alright. Be careful with them though.” The blue mech grabs you by the shoulders, spinning you around and pushing your chassis against the berth. It knocks the air out of your vents. “Careful with them!”

“Sorry, sorry. I just… need them.” Breakdown explains bashfully, his tone of voice not showing in his actions. The nurse’s spike presses on your anterior node, making you moan and squirm. “Ready, handsome?”

“Yes- please!” You manage to squeal, your optics shut tight and your faceplates scrunched up. It seemed that more inner energon rushed to your helm, it felt like your faceplates were glowing blue. Breakdown thrusts into you, his spike nearly reaches your gestation chamber. You grip at the edge of the medical berth, clinging to it as if doing so would save the little sanity that you had left.

“Hello, sweetspark.” Since when did Knockout get in front of you? He’s kneeling down to see you face-to-face, so close to you. “You’re so good for us, you know that?”

“Hnn…” Waves of pleasure are still raking through your frame as the medic babbles to you, Breakdown seems unbothered by both his conjunx and your squeezing around him. Big servos take hold of your waist, pulling your frame down onto his spike during each thrust. The ex-wrecker hits every node, even the ones you didn’t think your frame type had. Your optics flare with each movement, your frame jolts forward with each of Breakdown’s thrusts.

An unprompted servo slides under your midsection, his touch trails all the way to the tip of your spike, the friction makes you gasp.

“Do that again, Breakdown. They made such a cute expression.” You feel a servo on your kibble, it forces you to look at Knockout’s piercing red optics. Every twitch and expression of your face is monitored with lustful optics. “Yes, just like that. You love that, hm?”

You aren’t going to be able to walk after this. It’s a good thing that they’re medics.